Pryletyt na more synye,
I na myt svii lot zupyne,
I do hvyl prostyahne ruky, –
I pollyutsya z morya zvuky:
"io-ho-ho" – nache horiv
tyhi boyi – "io-ho-ho".
Pryspiv:
To zamovkne, to zahraye,
To smiyetsya, to zithaye –
Z koznym z nas take buvaye,
Yak kohannya rozum zabyraye.
To zamovkne, to zahraye,
To smiyetsya, to zithaye –
Z koznym z nas take buvaye...
Ale viter vdare v struny –
I hrymlyat iz hvyl peruny.
More stohne, pleshche, hraye,
Berehy hranitni kraye.
"io-ho-ho" – nache horiv
tyhi boyi – "io-ho-ho".
Pryspiv
Znovu more hraye tyho,
Znovu arfa ledve dyha...
Shche ruka na strunah mliye,
A vze viter zvodyt viyi.
"io-ho-ho" – i krychyt i v bilii pini,
"io-ho-ho" – sriblyt, bilyt hvyvi syni.
"io-ho-ho" – obnimaye, pryhortaye,
"io-ho-ho" – sam ne znaye, shcho kohaye!
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